Connie Francis
Misirlou
Desert shadows
Creep across purple sands
Natives kneel in prayer
By their caravans

There, silhouetted
Under an eastern star
I see my long lost blossom
Of shalimar

You, misirlou
Are the moon and the sun
Fairest one

Old temple bells
Are calling across the sand
We'll find our kismet
Answering love's command

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